Down they both go, Dokja's own fall mostly cushioned by the body under him, but he's not left with much time to think up his next move as he keeps hold of Eustace's wrist to prevent the dagger from making contact with his torso (his torso?? that's where his important organs are??). The sudden kick shoves his leg out from where he'd been trying to reposition it for better balance, and he topples over, successfully rolled to his side, then his back, then... back up...?
Sorry, but in this timeline, Dokja tops.
He releases Eustace's shirt to grab his other wrist instead, forcing both hands down to pin them against the ground while Dokja straddles the other man. He's breathing in harsh pants, stamina at an all time low, and he's doing this more for his sake than anything else. Buddy, we need to chat. Kill some time. Shoot the shit. ]
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Down they both go, Dokja's own fall mostly cushioned by the body under him, but he's not left with much time to think up his next move as he keeps hold of Eustace's wrist to prevent the dagger from making contact with his torso (his torso?? that's where his important organs are??). The sudden kick shoves his leg out from where he'd been trying to reposition it for better balance, and he topples over, successfully rolled to his side, then his back, then... back up...?
Sorry, but in this timeline, Dokja tops.
He releases Eustace's shirt to grab his other wrist instead, forcing both hands down to pin them against the ground while Dokja straddles the other man. He's breathing in harsh pants, stamina at an all time low, and he's doing this more for his sake than anything else. Buddy, we need to chat. Kill some time. Shoot the shit. ]
Just stop for a second!